I avoid his eye contact when he comes back, pasting a smile on my face as though this is his everyday loving nature, although I can't figure out if this is for her benefit or if he genuinely is in the mood to give a shit about me. We play-act the perfect happy couple for anyone that isn't family so much, and this is probably an extension of that. I shouldn't overthink it.

"You know me too well, Darling." That is all I can force out without sounding strained, pushing that fake adoring smile his general way, and I catch her lingering look at him as he settles himself back...